Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full of the deadly yellow snow crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigoruos circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area But destined to take the place of the mudshark in your Mythology

Here it goes

... the circular motion

Rub it

..................................There have been gods.

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"...but on a lighter note, demons were driven from a pig today in Gloucester." Bill Bailey

Never, in fact, as he gazed amazedAt two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpectedAnd the archetypal postman delivering your seed lettersWhose eyes are black eggs reallyUpon a long shore, upon a long shoreOpen your door, open your door

'Ask anyone,' he muttered, as he spat a small,Brilliant blue insect whirring into the gauze.'I would advise stilts for the quagmires,And camels for the snowy hillsAnd any survivorsTheir debts I will certainly pay.There's always a way, there's always a way.

I smiled with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousnessThat has proved that oysters cryAnd that I have come to know and accept as myself.And plucking a barbed feather from the morose universeI called him deathless

And he left before he could replyOpen your eyes, open your eyes

Our first father, Abraham, whose bosomWas the unique soul of the humansWas certainly as bewildered as we areIf not infinitely more soAnd with an ancient ceremonial gesture of dismissalHe pointed forward.

Verily, verilyVerily, verily

The first day was goldenAnd she coloured the sunAnd she named it HyperionAnd she made it a day of light and healing

The second was silverAnd she coloured the moonAnd she named it PhoebeAnd she made a day of enchantment and the living waters

And the third was many-colouredAnd she coloured the earthAnd she made a day of joyWith the scarlet strength of seed

In the fourth black and white were mingled into quicksilverAnd she coloured MercuryAnd she made a day of wisdomAnd the signs that are placed in the firmament

The fifth was bright blueAnd she envisaged JupiterAnd she made a day of awe and circles, circlesAnd she sent it to guide the blood of the universe

The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed whiteAnd of her beauty she made VenusAnd she made a day of loveWhereby all beings are united

The seventh was rich purple of the mollusksAnd she coloured ChronosAnd she made a day of idleness and reposeWhereon all beings cease from struggle.

Verily, verilyVerily, verily

I am the pebble in your very own eyeI am the sword and your enemy dies.I am the storm and the hurricane windI am the thorn of an unkind friendI am desire what colour my eyes?I am Loki wizard of liesCatch me, find me, see me if you canI am the guilt of an honest man

Then seven times we raised our arms and with cat-stretchSent our footspells yawning into the multitudes

In need we called upon the mother of all livingThree times for succorBut with ambitious spears they made us changeThey crouched behind their mirrors and fought on.

I will not allow them praiseThat broke the harmonious globe in splintered fragmentsAnd yet they moved perforce with a perfect patternAnd complemented harmony with dischordAnd light with darkness

It was then that we stepped out of our world machineBetween the palm and the fingersPeeling like gloves

And for each eye that shed one tear,We made of that tear an oceanAnd in the five directionsWe loosed our several craft.

Wild sea, I say today,Please be a sweet cow for meAmethyst galleon, out on the rolling seaGentle as lightning, easilyTake me to the root of the world treeAmethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea

Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glanceBy the brazen wall with your sword and lanceWhereWhere dappled maidens, endless dancedRound the root of the world tree.

Wild sea, I say todayPlease be a sweet cow for meAmethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea

Wild sea, my love is salty for meEvery ripple in her body is a wave in meAmethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea.

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"...but on a lighter note, demons were driven from a pig today in Gloucester." Bill Bailey

All my senses sharpen. For a few moments, my senses and my thought processes suddenly become focused. My heart beats faster and than it sort of goes back and forth from calm to high arousal state and ends with a numbing sensation.

I reckon it feels just about the same as the time I repeatedly pushed the face ,of a guy who was bullying me, into a blackboard untill he was spitting blood and wimpering(cruel, but it stopped the bullying). Anger, hatred, fury, guilt and regret spring to my mind when I experience the sensations.

I suspect that one very significant reason music is such a successful virus is specifically because it does trigger emotional response.

Though I must acknowledge that much of the music that I really enjoy isn't necessarily triggering specific emotion, it is an overall immersion stroking.I think the brain/gland pattern recognition subprogram enjoys doing its task.

Having said that, while recognising that I do love complex rhythm and synchopation, why then does my pattern recognition still love the other non-testing really very simple and basic stuff.

Buddy Holly doing Peggy Sue (although it sounds risque), is a gimme for structure and timing, but will have me singing along every time.

But I'll agree kindred in so far as even if a picture paints a thousand words, and the most sublime sunset is sublime, the data input =>stimuli ratio is nothing to compare to the outright kick in the head some music can deliver.

like this. Now back in the day, I didn't even like ELP that much, a few good tracks off a few albums, yet a year ago, I stumbled across this vid below. And I was absolutely fishsmacked. Floored by an extreme rush of nostalgia, almost to the point of grief and tears for lost and never to be reclaimed glory days.And they were absolutely that ....wild sunlit days of strong and free young lords chasing waves during the days and spending the nights in the company of lovely lovely companions with not the slightest comprehension of future loss.

OK that's all very well, but why out of all the music that my broad appreciation holds and plays, why has this one vid with Greg Lake (mid ELP concert on acoustic and solo singing a song I do remember but was never an absolute fave), why has this track wiped me out with waves of nostalgia as if it is hardwired directly into that part of my brain?

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"...but on a lighter note, demons were driven from a pig today in Gloucester." Bill Bailey